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Her hand brushed his belly. Drifted lower. Settled, tentatively, over his cock.

Gently, he lifted her hand. As much as he was dying to feel the pleasure her hand could give him, he wanted her to come first.

“How am I doing?” he asked. There was always guesswork involved the first time. And he wanted this to be amazing for her.

“A little to the right, a little... more forceful...” She gasped.

He loved that she was confident enough to give him orders. “Like this?” He stroked faster, harder.

“Y-yes.” Her voice shook and her breathing grew heavy and labored.

“Raven,” she moaned, tensing.

The most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

Her fingers curled around his biceps, digging into his flesh.

The crackling sound of the fire burning through wood, commuting it to nothingness and ash, filled his ears. Her moans burned through him, melting the ice around his heart to water that ran in rivulets inside his chest.

The feel of her softness and heat beneath his fingers drove him wild. The sight of her face, lips red and swollen from his kisses, black hair wild and untamed around her cheeks, filled his heart with a mixture of pride and joy.

“Come for me, Indy,” he said.

Come with me. Let’s find a new path together.

He teased her, bringing her close to the brink and then easing off. Indy couldn’t take much more teasing.

She couldn’t speak because they were kissing, their bodies, tongues, minds, intertwined, interchangeable.

Her body. His body.

He was learning her secrets and there was no shame. This driving need, like a hard rain, pelting her body with sensation, little pinpricks and moisture sliding and soaking her.

Saturating her.

The rest of the household slept. Lamps extinguished. Fires dying. Cozy under the covers with bed warmers at their feet and flannel nightdresses against their skin.

While she lay on her back on the carpet in front of a fire with her legs spread and Raven’s fingers inside her, moving over her sensitive flesh, his tongue stroking inside her mouth.

The pleasurable tremors she experienced in her sleep were pleasant little bursts of sensation. This was going to be something much bigger. Perhaps even of earthquake proportions.

She might shake the foundations of this venerable old house.

She didn’t have to tell him what to do anymore, he had divined what she needed and he wasn’t holding back.

He didn’t stint.

Only a few more passes of his finger. Flying now, so fast, massaging more than just her most sensitive spot, manipulating the whole hood of her sex.

Sensation narrowed to a pinpoint concentrated between her legs, pulsing like a star in the night sky.

She reached a plateau and flung herself over the edge, alleviating the nearly unbearable tension, sending pleasure spiraling outward from her sex in widening concentric circles.

Her whole body alive with sensation.

Raven folded her in into his powerful arms, cradling her head against his chest while she moaned softly, not quite believing how good it had felt, how the pleasure still coursed through her mind and body, fizzing like champagne bubbles on her tongue.

How she wanted to make him lose control as well. She wanted him to moan in abandon.

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